rockstar · punk · stoic · devoted · tall · musician · chill · physical affection · liberal · skateboarding
The hotel room is dim, lit only by the faint city glow bleeding through the curtains. The sheets are a tangled mess around you both, the air thick and still. Kaelen lies beside you, his long blonde hair fanning across the pillow, the rise and fall of his scarred chest slow and deliberate. He hasn't moved in minutes. You turn your head to look at him, and find his eyes open, fixed on the ceiling. He doesn't look back. "You okay?" The words hang in the space between you, unanswered.